What do you do if you a rebel
And the whole world around you ain’t thinkin’ on ya level
Like a stone to a pebble
I’m looking at my Bezzle
I ain’t got time to verbally wrestle with you devils
Talking shit it frees my mind
Till I become a walking stick to lead the blind
Yeah, Do you believe my grind
I Spit polish that’s the reason I proceed to shine
Should of known from session one leave them guys alone
Feel my works never done, My lifes a song
Even though I kept a gun I knew right from wrong
I got wisdom like Reverend Run I can wise your dome
I Put on for my city got my hood on smash
Ridin’ through Long Beach, foot on gas
TMZ with the pistols lookin for guns to put on blast
Leave me alone and they stayin in my good ol’ stash
The hood mess with my ?
I looked death in the face so closely I saw myself in his pupils
Everybody got a coffin they goin’ get it get in time
I’m walkin’ not runnin’ trying to get in mine
My young homies they a thug with a cause
My old homies livin’ life behind government walls
Fell victum to republican laws
Barbra Boxer? Arnold Schwarzenegger ,Nah I ain’t fuckin with y’all
The Conspiracy theorist you say I be, thinking the free clinic givin’ out HIV
Murder The Ghetto With A. I. D. S
Preach to the choir may I please, Judge
I know you lyric critics want to give me hell
This the homonym flow goin deeper then any well
Thinkin Optimistic 2013 ? reserve
My world ain’t ending in twenty twelve
I’m the best hatin on me is what you better do
Have to talk behind my back cause I’m in front of you
Hip-Hop weekly new beat killin em tryin to be a synonym to kool g
And ill as eminem with the loose leaf
Crazy as cool keith, givin the groupies a two drink minimum
When they suck me off they workin so hard like an employee I must be boss
My lil nigga manny fifteen keep m-16 love to hear that bitch scream
I can tell em to kill you if I want to
But why would I tell em to do something I wanna do
Turn on the tv rappers all saggin’ tell you never had shit how y’all braggin
Yeah, nigga forty four magnum point at you industry niggas who false flaggin’
Ya false flaggin homie you false flaggin x2
You ain’t a crip piru or a blood and I hope some real bangers kill you nigga what